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Finn let out a relaxed sigh, slumping into the pool, letting himself submerge into the cool water.
Though Finn wasn’t one to stir up trouble, the fishbowl had to admit that this was one of Shrimpo’s better ideas. Dandy somehow had access to a pool and hot tub in one of the basement floors, and toons were only allowed entry with an invite. The bully toon decided to secure an ‘invite’ through unconventional means— stealing, obviously; he stole the key into the room. The shrimp then invited the other boy to tag along.
However, knowing Shrimpo, Finn figured this was his boyfriend’s way of doing something nice for him. He knew how much Finn liked water.
Sprawled out on the other side of the pool, Shrimpo glared at the fishbowl, only his eyes and tail above water level. Every huff of breath blew bubbles into the water, making his intimidating demeanor much less threatening. Finn gave him a half-lidded smile, his gaze flashing with a hidden promiscuity. The shrimp’s tail began to wag in response, splashing against the water.
Slowly, the crustacean creeped toward the glass toon, his squinting eyes thinning at the sight of his prey. As he inched forward, the fishbowl’s simper only widened, irking the sea creature further. Once he was only a few inches in front of the bowl, the creature paused, glaring fiercely. Shrimpo then suddenly plunged under the water, reemerging on Finn’s lap, seating himself face to face.
“Hi,” Finn grinned.
Shrimpo simply scoffed, averting his gaze as his cheeks brightened. With a sultry gaze, the fishbowl leaned in, pressing his lips against the shrimp’s jaw just lightly enough that it made Shrimpo want more. Shrimpo squeezed his eyes shut, gasping at the subtle touch. His hands wandered down toward the bowl’s hips, his fingers toying with the elastic of the swim trunks. As Finn parted, Shrimpo watched him questioningly.
“You’re reel eager, huh, bud?” The teasing grin grew on the fishbowl’s face.
Shrimpo furrowed his brows and snarled. “WELL, DO YOU WANT ME TO OR NOT?”
Finn chuckled. “That would be fin-tastic.”
With an annoyed grumble following the pun, the shrimp dove down under the water, tugging the glass toon’s bottoms down so that his member was exposed. As the toon breathed out, Finn could feel the bubbles against his cock, and he giggled.
The shrimp then brought his face out of the water, his tail sticking up slightly. “STOP LAUGHING.”
“Sorry, sorry. It ten-tickled!”
“I HATE YOU.”
The shrimp swam back underwater, hand wrapping around his boyfriend’s dick. He slowly and sensually stroked it, the appendage beginning to harden in his grasp. Finn let out a content hum, closing his eyes to relax. He then felt a stimulating mess of bubbles, cold water, warm breath, and a tongue wrap around his cock, sending an intense shiver up his spine. His hands immediately latched onto Shrimpo’s tail, gripping it as his hardening member flowed cupidity through his system. Shrimpo bobbed quickly back and forth, so much so that Finn could feel him gag with every other movement.
“Fuck…” the bowl muttered, his hands moving lower on the tail to more greedily guide Shrimpo along his cock. He gave the boy’s throat a vigorous thrust, leaving the shrimp coughing and hacking under him, the bubbles tickling and titillating his dick. The rough action brought the crustacean back with a passionate fervor, sucking intensely as his tongue danced around and his hand sat at the base of his shaft.
As Shrimpo’s wet skin hungrily licked the head of the cock, Finn played with the boy’s tail in his hands, caressing it tenderly. He let out a soft moan, struggling to keep himself upright. The crustacean then removed his mouth from the member, using his hands to make vibrations in the water around his boyfriend’s cock. “Shrimpo…” the bowl whispered, breathing heavily in the hands of the shrimp. Shrimpo then brought his mouth back, giving a vigorous suck on the appendage, causing his boyfriend to groan loudly while leaning back into the water, floating as he was no longer in a standing position.
Shrimpo swam up, panting as he scowled at the object he desired. “You always know just what I want, huh?” the bowl muttered sweetly, a loving smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. The two then pushed forward, their lips meeting in the middle. Shrimpo gnawed at the glass’s bottom lip, the bowl eagerly allowing entry into the opening. Finn’s tongue then slipped its way into Shrimpo’s mouth, their tongues circling and tasting every inch of the other’s mouth.
“W…why didn’t you cum?” The shrimp whispered out in heavy breaths, his words almost meek.
“I-I dunno,” the bowl answered truthfully. As his cock brushed against the shrimp’s swim trunks, he let out a hot, breathy moan into his mouth. “Did you, uh, want to be fin-ished already?”
The shrimp suddenly parted, gulping as he wiped his mouth with his wrist. “No,” he grumbled, shaking his head.
Finn then took the opportunity to swim closer, beginning to pull the shrimp’s bottoms down. He brought his face to the crook of the boy’s neck, whispering hotly, “You already know how good you make me feel, Shrimpy.”
Shrimpo tensed as he felt their hardened members brush against each other, his arms rigid at his side. Finn gently brought Shrimpo’s hands to his torso, taking his own hand to hold onto their members as they swam. His thumb caressed against the head of the shrimp’s cock, causing Shrimpo to grind his teeth.
“You drive me, cray-zy, you know that?” the bowl muttered lasciviously, kissing the boy’s neck as he began to fondle the two cocks in his hand.
“I… urg… I HATE YOUR PUNS!”
Finn squeezed their heads together, both letting out a needy moan. “You like my dick though, don’t you?”
“Urnngh… SHUT UP!” His hands squeezed at the bowl’s sides, crashing his teeth together. Finn’s hands began to move a little swifter, and Shrimpo let out a lewd groan. He leaned forward, biting softly against the other room’s arm.
Finn squeezed both cocks in his hand as he stroked briskly, panting hungrily as he continued to satiate his salacious desires. As his forearm began to cramp, his movement slowed, and he let a finger graze against the other boy’s frenulum. Finn then gulped, a lecherous haze in his eyes as he gazed upon the shrimp. “Let me fuck you,” he whispered.
“I- BU- NO- WAIT- I’M-”
Finn’s carnal desire didn’t waver at his boyfriend’s stammerings. “I know you want to, Shrimpo. It’s my turn this time.”
Shrimpo’s face burned in embarrassment. “F-FINE! WHATEVER!”
Finn snickered and grinned, holding the shrimp in his arms, carrying him toward the pool wall. He leaned Shrimpo against it, wrapping the boy’s legs around his torso, letting his cock tease the entrance of his ass. The shrimp whined needily, hitting his head against the concrete floor. “HURRY UP!”
With a sultry grin, Finn leaned in, continuing to tease. “You’re so hot when you can’t hide how desperate you are.”
“SHUT UP!” Shrimpo growled. Suddenly, he bashed his head against the glass’s, earning a grunt from the other boy.
Scoffing, the glass bowl wiped the spit from his mouth, glaring at the shrimp. “T-that’s how you want it to be, huh?” he grumbled huskily.
Shrimpo’s brows furrowed in confusion, but, before he could respond, Finn abruptly flipped him over so that his face was against the concrete floor, his back slightly exposed above the water. One hand rested on Shrimpo’s tail, the other holding his stomach up.
“WHAT’RE YOU- GNGH—”
Finn then rammed himself into the shrimp without warning, the crustacean’s teeth quickly clamping to brace the pressure. He then leisurely pulled back before ramming harshly once again, continuing this process, Shrimpo’s chest hitting against the pool wall.
“F-FUCK, FINN, THAT HURTS!” the shrimp howled, though the boy showed no inclination to escape, simply pushing his face into the concrete as he grimaced.
“But you’re taking it so well…” the other sniveled teasingly, gently massaging the other’s asscheeks in apology. “Did you want me to stop?” He asked kindly, knowing full well what Shrimpo’s answer would be.
“N-NO, FUCK, j-JUST GIVE ME A SECOND! JEEZ!” Shrimpo yelled in response. He lifted one of his hands to hold onto the edge of the pool, taking deep, shaky breaths. “Fuck,” he muttered quietly.
“Hey, I know it can’t be easy without lube,” Finn leaned forward to whisper against his lover’s shoulder. He kissed the skin gently. “You’re doing good, baby.”
Shrimpo simply growled in response, though Finn knew the boy’s ego got off to praise. Shrimpo then lifted himself so that his torso lay against the floor, only his bottom half still in the water. Slowly, the bowl then began to move inside, his thrusts merciful as the shrimp adjusted to the dick inside of his hole.
“Faster…” the crustaceous toon muttered bashfully, still mortified at the thought of asking for what he wanted. However, Finn benevolently complied, pushing further at a swifter pace. Shrimpo groaned in delight, arching his back to feel the penetrating pleasure that he violently craved even deeper. He pushed his face into the floor in embarrassment as another soft moan escaped his lips.
Panting fervently, the fishbowl tugged on the boy’s tail, holding his head upright as he repeatedly pushed his hips into the pool wall. “Cod, don’t get koi on me. Your sounds make me so fuckin’ hard,” he grumbled raspily, hot, heavy breaths as he continued to thrust. “You feel incredible, baby. Holy mackerel.”
Though Shrimpo would usually bark back about puns during sex, his hatred-filled brain was much too clouded with white-hot arousal, instead whimpering as the water splashed against his ass while Finn vigorously fucked him. Finn was acutely focused on his intense lust as well, as if he had a hunger that could never be satisfied. He moaned eagerly, his hard slaps against Shrimpo’s ass leaving reddened marks on his cheeks.
“Fiiiiinnn…” the shrimp groaned hoarsely, struggling to keep his eyes from rolling back with pleasure. However, as the hand on the tail migrated downwards, Shrimpo’s face was shoved into the concrete, Finn pushing his neck to keep himself steady. Relentless and ruthless, the bowl propelled himself deep into the boy’s core, movements quick and desperate. The needy shrimp moaned crudely, the rough, passionate sex driving him up a wall with desire.
“Oooough, Shrimpo, just like that…” the fisherman groaned, reckless and urgent as his fingers dug into his lover’s skin and he pounded into him, leaving Shrimpo moaning wildly as his cock pushed against the pool wall and he felt his insides being rearranged. “Fuck, Shrimpo, fuck-”
Suddenly, the movements slowed to a halt, leaving an angry, whining shrimp without the amatory pleasure he had become addicted to. “w-WHAT? WHY’D YOU STOP?” he coughed, attempting to turn back to look at his boyfriend.
Finn took a deep breath before giving a sheepish grin. “Sorry, bud. This is reel-y taking a lot out of me.”
The crustacean groaned in frustration, shoving his face into the concrete. “I hate waiting. I just want to cum already…” he mumbled sadly.
“I know, I know, I’m sorry.” Finn leaned in to press an apologetic kiss against the small of his back. “It’s fin-ny; we were all heated, but isn’t this taking longer than u-shell-ual?”
Shrimpo hummed in thought. “Whatever. It’s not like you don’t enjoy this anyway.”
Finn gave him a silly grin. “What can I say? My boyfriend makes me feel fin-tastic.”
Shrimpo scoffed, his cheeks heating up in embarrassment. He propped his chin under his elbows, eyes drifting off down the room. The walls were quite barren, aside from the vent close to the ceiling. Shrimpo’s gaze paused, squinting at the air vent.
“…There’s something in there,” he stated, pointing at the vent.
“Huh?” Finn pulled himself from inside the shrimp, moving to follow his gaze. “What, you think Yatta’s up there again?”
“I’M SERIOUS!” Shrimpo barked irritably, shooting the fishbowl an annoyed stare.
Finn put his hands up apologetically. “Alright, alright.” He turned back to the vent, raising an eyebrow. “…Do you want to check it out? We’re both kinda short. A taller toon may be able to see it betta.”
“I can stand on your shoulders. Come on.” Shrimpo used his arms to hoist himself up, pulling himself out of the pool. Finn held back a snicker as his naked, hard boyfriend turned around to lend a helping hand, letting himself be pulled from the water.
The two walked toward the wall, looking up toward the vent.
“Are you shore some-fin is up there? I don’t— Hey!”
Before Finn could finish his thought, the bully toon climbed atop his shoulders, stepping onto the rim of his glass and grabbing onto the edge of the vent. He then lifted himself inside, crawling into the system.
“I guess punching that bag reel-y did somethin’…” the glass mumbled to himself.
Finn stared as he awaited word from Shrimpo, whistling patiently. Suddenly, he heard a coughing fit from inside, followed by dry puffs and wheezes, and another coughing fit.
“Shrimpo?” he called out worriedly. “You okay?”
Aggressive scrambling could be heard inside the vent, rattling and clanging until Shrimpo suddenly could be seen tumbling out from the hole he went in.
“Shrimpo!” the boy yelped, holding out his arms. The shrimp landed atop him, both crashing to the ground.
“Ouch…” the bowl mumbled, rubbing his head. He then quickly sat up with wide eyes, anxiously inspecting the other toon. “Shrimpo! What in the shell did you see up there?”
Eyes squinted, the crustacean stared upwards hazily, as if he weren’t fully there. Then, he groaned softly, and Finn swore he saw the boy’s cock twitch.
“Fiiiinn…” the boy whined weakly.
Finn tilted his head, eyebrows furrowed worriedly. “Should I go get Sprout and Cosmo? You look reel rough, buddy.”
“I need you…”
“Huh? Need me to what?”
Shrimpo rolled so that he faced the glass’s stomach, nestling against it. “I need you to fuck me… please…”
Finn’s eyes widened. Now, Shrimpo wanting sex was not abnormal. In fact, it was a pretty regular occurrence in their relationship. However, Shrimpo asking? Begging, even? Using manners? This was the most un-Shrimpo thing Finn had ever heard.
“W-what? Shrimpo, we stopped to check out the vent, remember? I think we need a break since neither of us can finish…”
“Please…” he whined feebly, almost sounding as if he were about to cry. “I-it hurts…”
“What? Shrimpo, we need to bring you upstairs. You could’ve broken some-fin when you fell-”
Shrimpo abruptly sat up to meet Finn’s gaze, and that’s when Finn noticed the unnatural bright pink hue that clouded the shrimp’s normally dark eyes, something desperate and licentious shining within them. Finn gulped as he visibly watched the boy’s pupils widen, something in his own gut stirring at such a reaction. Slowly, Shrimpo pressed his hand against the bowl’s thigh, staring at him with the most sincerity Finn had ever seen.
“No. It’s because I need to have sex with you. Right now.”